Daring Confessions (Bend To My Will #10) (6 page)

With one hand, she cupped his balls, massaging them with light pressure. With the other she grabbed the base of his cock and leaned it into her hot mouth. Jacob moaned at the sensation and kept the leash tight to convey his desire.

“Suck me, Vivienne. I mean it. Hard.”

She lowered her mouth over his cock and pressed her lips to his tender skin. The feel of her teasing motions sent him close to the edge. Then Vivienne started to suck for real. The ferocity of the stimulation made Jacob groan loudly.

“Yes, do it harder.”

Vivienne fisted the base of his cock, while she sucked even harder. She pumped over him, stroking him intermittently with her tongue. Jacob kept a tight grip on the leash, and the view of her pleasuring him in such a submissive fashion rapidly escalated his arousal.

Jacob panted heavily, and when she ferociously sucked him, he moaned, barely able to hold off. Vivienne’s blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, and when she moved Jacob could see the white collar around her neck. He pulled on the leash as if to force her to take him in.

Then Vivienne fingered the sensitive strip behind his balls, and raked her teeth over his erection. The unexpected prick of pain sent him over the edge. He managed to grind out, “Take my cum, Vivienne.”

As Jacob pumped his cum into her mouth, Vivienne swallowed it. The vision of her sucking him dry was impossibly erotic, and Jacob came powerfully. When he was drained, Vivienne held his cock in both hands and pressed it against her cheek, rubbing it over her skin.

The demonstration of her sweet submission touched Jacob deeply. He ran his thumb over her lips, then dipped it into her mouth so she could suck it. “You did very well, baby.”

But Jacob had more in mind. “Climb up onto the bed.” Vivienne did so, and he reached for a crop from the rack on the wall. Jacob got on the bed and leaned against several pillows. Then he pulled Vivienne between his legs, so her back was to his chest.

He wrapped the leash around one hand, and held the crop in the other. “I’m proud of you, baby, so you may have a reward.” Jacob dragged the leather leash over her nipples, and Vivienne gasped. He did it again, a little more roughly.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

Vivienne did so, and Jacob wrapped his legs around hers to hold her in place. He liked seeing her open for him. Then he touched the rubber tongue of the crop to her sex. “I’m going to whip your pussy. And I know you’re going to enjoy it.”

Jacob tapped the crop over her inner thighs, stimulating her in a way that he knew she liked. Then he swatted it over her vulva with teasing slaps. “Do you want this, baby?”

“Yes…sir,” she gasped.

Jacob rubbed the leather leash over her nipples while he spanked her pussy with the crop. Vivienne panted rapidly, tiny feminine sounds escaping from her throat. Instead of keeping to a steady rhythm, Jacob tapped faster then slower. Every so often he held the crop in the air, withholding it from her.

“Tell me how it feels, Vivienne.”

“I…it’s…intense, sir.”

Jacob knew she was close. “I want to hear you scream, baby. Your screams please me.” Then he slapped the crop over her pussy, unrelenting. He increased the speed and pressure, until Vivienne’s loud whining echoed in the room.

Yet still, Jacob didn’t stop. He roughly worked the leather across her nipples, and stung her pussy with the tongue of the crop. Vivienne tensed in his arms, and pressed the back of her head against his chest. Then she cried out, as she was propelled into orgasm.

Vivienne writhed in his arms as she came unglued. Jacob tapped lightly until she relaxed against him. “Oh, God…sir.” She was breathless, and her skin was warm against his. Jacob was so turned on he could hardly stand it.

He gave her a few minutes to catch her breath, and caressed her, gently stroking her hair. He was newly aroused, maybe even more than he had been before. “Get on your hands and knees, baby.” Vivienne did so, and Jacob got behind her.

Reaching underneath her, Jacob massaged her breasts and kissed her shoulders. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He fisted his hard cock, rolling his palm over the top to smear the pre-cum. Then he dipped his knob into her pussy. She was on fire for him, and pushed her hips back to take him in all the way.

The suddenness of Vivienne’s heat wrapped around him caused Jacob to yell out. “Jesus.” He gasped. “You’re so wet. And so damn hot.”

Jacob pulled on the leash so Vivienne’s head angled back toward him. Her long hair draped over one shoulder and brushed against the sheets. He could see the white collar around her neck, a symbol of her submission.

He put his palm on Vivienne’s belly to pull her closer. Her pussy swallowed him up like a velvet glove, and when she tightened her strong inner muscles, it was like his cock was in a vise. Jacob panted heavily, drowning out Vivienne’s soft moaning.

Buried deep, Jacob could hardly think, barely move, knowing he would explode. He tightened his grip on the leash and pounded against her. Vivienne took all he gave, and rocked into him as he shoved into her. Then she cried out in a shrill voice and pulsed over him.

That was Jacob’s undoing. He fucked her hard and moaned uncontrollably. Then he came inside her, as Vivienne climaxed. Her pussy pulsated around him, as a powerful release took him. Jacob came so long and hard, he didn’t know when it would end.

Pleasant exhaustion filled him, and Jacob dropped the leash. He put his head on Vivienne’s shoulder, and she slumped down to the bed. Pulling away for only a moment, he reached for the key and unlocked the collar. Then he removed it and set it on the nightstand.

Jacob wrapped Vivienne in his arms and fell back against the pillows. Post-orgasmic, the scent of her sex was like a drug. He breathed in and nuzzled his face in her hair. He’d lost touch with reality, with anything outside the playroom. There was only Vivienne, the feel of her in his arms, the intimacy he no longer feared, and the unbelievable satisfaction from the gift of her submission.

Chapter 7

The weekend with Jacob had been intoxicating, and so very romantic. For days, Vivienne relived the delicious feelings that lingered, cherishing the warmth of the intimacy. The following week was Thanksgiving, and Vivienne was especially happy that Jacob was going with her to Decatur. It was a holiday that her family spent together, so she wanted to include him. Other years, he might have been traveling, just like his parents were. But now he was part of her family circle.

The weather in her hometown was brisk, with temperatures in the sixties. No rain was predicted, although Vivienne really wanted snow. But the snowy weather was more likely in December. For the few days at her parents’ home, it was going to be mild, which would allow them to be outdoors a lot.

Jacob scheduled the jet, and they flew in on Wednesday night. Vivienne wanted to help with the meal preparations on Thanksgiving Day, so preferred to arrive the night before. They had reservations at a downtown hotel, not wanting to impose on her parents.

Her mother had recovered well from her injury, but had just gone back to work. Vivienne didn’t want her to have any extra stress. Plus, Jacob preferred some privacy. The hotel had nice amenities, and even had a fitness facility. So they had a good workout the next morning before going out to the house.

It was a bright day, and Vivienne felt good being home. She was looking forward to seeing her parents. Since the news that they’d reunited, she hadn’t been to visit, so this was the first time she’d see them together again. Jacob rented a car and they drove out that morning.

When the house came into view, Vivienne got a warm feeling inside. As much as she liked New York and the life she had there, her roots were still in Georgia. After parking, they navigated the concrete steps up to the walkway, and Vivienne looked around at the well-tended yard.

Her dad answered when they rang the bell. “Hey, you made it.” He gave Vivienne a big hug, then shook Jacob’s hand.

Jacob smiled at her father. “Good to see you, Joseph.”

The rapport between Jacob and her father made Vivienne feel good. “Where’s Mom?”

“Your mother’s in the kitchen.”

The television was already tuned into some pre-game shows. Joseph was an avid Bulldogs fan, and every year on the holiday, he watched all the big games. He started sharing sports talk with Jacob, who followed him out to the sofa.

Vivienne found her mother in the kitchen. “Mom, you’re in the kitchen already?”

Her mom beamed. “Yes, I’m doing some early prep. You can help me.” She handed Vivienne a knife and pushed a cutting board closer. “You can chop the vegetables.”

“Well, you look pretty good. It’s so great to see you walking around normally again.” Vivienne watched mother roll out the crust for the pies.

“I am mostly recovered; there are just a few things I still can’t do. But it won’t be long,” her mother said. “I’ve been on a reduced schedule for a while at the restaurant, but next week I return to full duty.”

Vivienne could tell that her mother was pleased about that. She worked away in the kitchen already filled with good smells. The turkey was in the oven; no doubt her mother had that in very early so it could slow-cook.

From the next room came the sound of loud voices, as her father talked Jacob’s leg off and they watched TV. “They’re having a good time out there,” Vivienne said.

“Yes, Joseph was really looking forward to your visit. He gets on well with Jacob.” Her mother wiped her hands and took off her apron. “Everything is okay in here for a minute. Let me go say hello.”

Vivienne followed, and her mother went to the living room. Jacob stood up and gave her a big hug. “You look great, Irene.”

“It’s so good of you to come and visit,” her mother said. “What can I get you to drink?”

Jacob glanced at her father, who was sipping a glass of beer. “Beer sounds good.”

“Great, I’ll bring it out. Do you want a glass?”

Jacob smiled at her. “Just the bottle is fine.”

Vivienne leaned down to squeeze Jacob’s hand and kiss him on the cheek. She noticed when her dad looked up at her mother as she left the room. It was a look of admiration and love, the look that Vivienne had seen often when growing up. Her parents really were back together.

Irene brought out the beer, and Vivienne carried the snacks. She took a minute to admire Jacob in his jeans and sweater, thinking how handsome he was. And it was so perfect to have him at home with her. He fit right in, as if he was part of the family. Her parents accepted him, and really liked him, which was heartwarming.

When her mother handed a fresh beer to her dad, he pulled her down for a kiss on the cheek. “Good timing, Irene. I just finished my first one.” He handed her the empty bottle and Irene beamed. In fact, Vivienne thought she saw her blush.

For a while, Vivienne helped with the food prep. They had the traditional fare of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, and cranberry sauce, along with snacks to nibble throughout the day. Her mouth was already watering for her mother’s pecan pie.

Since her parents had gotten back together, Vivienne had spoken to her mother on the phone a few times, but now she had the chance to talk in person. She had been in her teens when they’d divorced, and she assumed they didn’t share a lot of their reasons for the split as they didn’t want to upset her.

Yet knowing and being able to understand would have been better. But Vivienne supposed that only the two people involved in a relationship really understood it. With the men busy in the other room, she finally had a chance to ask her mom about it.

“So you and Dad are doing well?”

Her mom smiled, her eyes shining. “Yes, we seem to be. I suppose we had to be apart for a while to realize what we mean to each other.”

“But why did you split up in the first place?” Vivienne said. “I never understood that. I didn’t hear you fighting or arguing.”

“We took care not to argue in front of you,” her mother said. “I was as much responsible for the divorce as your father. He was the one who walked out. But I used to point out his faults, which wore on him. He just couldn’t take it. Now I look inside, and acknowledge my own faults first.”

“That’s why you broke up?”

“It’s not very dramatic, I know. Your father didn’t go out on me, and I’ve always been faithful. I didn’t even date all these years we’ve been apart,” her mother said. “No, it was all the little annoying things that built up, and eventually tore us apart.”

“So how did you rekindle the flame, after all this time?”

“I think that there are real reasons we were attracted to each other in the first place,” her mother said. “I’m convinced that falling in love isn’t random; there’s a certain chemistry to it. And we didn’t hate each other. We’ve stayed friends the entire time.”

Her mother looked thoughtful. “I suppose that whatever drew us together the first time got triggered again.”

“You mean when you got injured, and Dad was over here a lot?”

“Yes, that was the silver lining to all of that,” her mother said. “We literally just…fell in love, all over again.” Then she laughed softly. “I think I forgot how charming your father was.”

“So you guys are going to be okay now?”

“I believe we are, honey.” Her mother reached over and gave Vivienne a hug. “It’s about compromise; that’s part of the success of a marriage. As I got older, I felt like any compromise was giving up control of my life to someone else.”

Her mother smiled. “Especially in our culture, we’re urged not to let anyone change who we are.” She paused. “On an emotional level, bending to someone else’s will seems like sacrificing a part of our identity. Yet your father and I trust each other. And we’ve decided that with cooperation and compromise, we can have a successful marriage.”

Vivienne marveled at the depth of what her mother had just said. Sometimes parents did know a few things, and this time her mom was right. She could see that. “You seem to know an awful lot about this subject, all of a sudden.”

“I’ve been reading,” her mother said proudly. “And I want this to work.” She sighed. “I am very fortunate.”

Then her mother lit up. “Besides…I love Joseph.”

That was what it was all about, anyway, wasn’t it? Vivienne’s heart swelled with love for Jacob.

“I can tell you firsthand,” her mother said, if a little shyly, “love is even better the second time around.”

With tears in her eyes, Vivienne went over and gave her mother a big hug. “I’m just so happy…for both of you.” She went back to her kitchen duties feeling joyful.

The food turned out as good as it did every year. They ate an early meal, then cleaned up a bit before serving dessert. Her mother’s pecan pie was made with pecans from a neighbor’s tree. It was as sweet and light as she remembered.

“This is delicious,” Jacob said, while eating his second piece.

“No one makes pecan pie like my mom,” Vivienne said, squeezing his thigh.

The men went back to the TV while she helped with cleanup. Late in the evening, they returned to the hotel. For the next couple of days, they enjoyed Decatur with her parents, seeing some of the sights. They went out for breakfast one day, stopped for coffee one afternoon at one of the many shops, and even saw a movie.

When the holiday was over and it was time to fly home, Vivienne had pangs of homesickness. She loved her parents, and it was so good to see them in each other’s arms again. On the flight back, she reflected on her conversation with her mother.

“So it looked like you and your mother had a chance to visit,” Jacob said.

“Yes, we had a good talk.”

“I can tell that you are pleased about them getting back together.”

Vivienne linked her arm through Jacob’s and rested her head on his shoulder. “Very pleased.” She wondered what Jacob really thought about marriage. She knew he had no plans to marry, but he must see how wonderful it was for his own parents. And for hers too.

But that left Vivienne in crisis. Her heart pulled her in one direction, as she wanted what her parents had. But her head told her that Jacob wasn’t a marriage prospect. Yet he was the man she loved, so she was stuck. Her mother had been right about compromise being important in a relationship, but could she continue to compromise this much?